I write because I want to be understood but I don't allow many to hear me out.
I write because the paper never gives me a blank stare and the pen always holds my hand.
I write because my most of my epiphanies come when I'm in silence and I'm too lonely to let them leave but I don't want to yell at them to stay.
I write because emotions are so volatile and I don't want to burn any bridges.
I write because the world spins around the sun 365 times in a year.
I write because the wind loves an audience and someone should write down how it dances.
I write because my third eye tingles and I feel who I can really become.
I write because I'm scared of forgetting who I've been.
I write because I'm scared of you and scared of me.
I write because I don't want to look back someday and forget you existed.
I write because my experiences are so far-fetched that reading them back makes them more believable.
I write because someday someone will relive my experiences.
I write because.
I write because.
I write because.
I write because a blank spot is the perfect place to fill in with words with imaginary meaning. Because my therapist doesn't exist beyond the 2D plane. Because when I'm through with fear and my doubt I want to have something interesting to laugh at. Because my chest hurts. Because my tears want something to smear. Because there is no water to drink here. Because I want to. Because it's what I'm good at. Because I can.

Why do you write?